Today I was determined to go to Point Pinole. The weather is beautiful. We've been inside and on schedule and on screens and listening to baseball all week. Some time outside was needed.
My kids had other ideas. They whined. They complained. They cried. They said Point Pinole was boring and it's too hot and it's too cold. I drove there anyway. I was determined.
In the parking lot I just opened the doors and said nothing. In my head I was screaming and feeling all kinds of things that weren't calm or patient. But I kept my mouth shut and waited. Five minutes later they were out of the car, finding acorns under the young oak trees, wanting to play hide and seek. We walked up to the bridge, found signs of construction, saw about 8 Amtrak trains cruise by, dug for clay at the playground, and set up forts on the beach of San Pablo Bay.